The real life of an American police officer: Winning over others with virtue

Chapter 35 Death Physique
Finally, not long after, a very ordinary classic Santana without any markings arrived at the scene and joined the patrol cars with special markings.

In this situation, only the detective would appear to be particularly different from the atmosphere at the scene.

The person who came down was the detective Eric had met before.

Costa and Peña.

Along with the slam of the door, there was also a suppressed curse: "F***! What's wrong with the world lately? Why is there trouble everywhere!"

Peña looked at Costa, who had just cursed, and said soothingly, "Otherwise, why would the bureau start establishing a new squadron recently?"

Costa took a deep breath, glanced at the forensic technicians surrounding a Honda CR-V, opened the cordon in front and went in.

Peña shrugged and followed his old partner inside.

A third-level police officer came over to the patrol officers who were maintaining the scene, with a folder in his hand.

"What's going on?" Costa asked.

"The deceased, Bolkan Tucker, was 47 years old. He was found dead at home by his mother, who then called the police." The third-level police officer gave a brief explanation and handed over the folder in his hand.

"Before you came, we specifically checked. Neighbors nearby said they saw Bolkan Tucker tinkering with the window film on his car at noon."

Costa frowned and took the folder. "So, at noon, the deceased was still alive, in such a short time? Did they see any strange people, like strangers?"

The third-level police officer shook his head: "No, but they did say that the deceased had been complaining to them non-stop."

Costa asked, “What?”

"Uh, he just installed new window film, and this morning he was stopped by a patrol officer and fined because of the light transmission problem."

Costa asked, "Who was that patrolman?"

The third-level police officer coughed dryly and said, "Eric Stevens, a second-level police officer of the West Canyon Police Department, and of course, my colleague."

Costa and Peña looked at each other, and they both had a consensus, which was a coincidence, but there was also a strange look in their eyes.

In the morning, they had just encountered this patrolman because of a homicide case with sufficient evidence and awaiting trial. In the afternoon, they were accidentally involved with this patrolman because of another homicide case.

At the same time, five o'clock in the afternoon.

A Ford Raptor slowly drove over from the road and finally stopped in the huge parking lot. Not long after, the sturdy Eric got out.

Bang!
Eric closed the car door and subconsciously observed the environment.

In front is a large supermarket, Whole Foods Market, which is known as Whole Foods Market by locals. It is also the largest natural and organic food retailer in the United States, with more than 200 branches.

It advocates high-quality life, green and healthy food, and environmental protection, and is famous for providing high-end organic food. It has fruits and vegetables that are not treated with pesticides or chemical fertilizers, poultry meat and dairy products that do not contain hormones. Health and nutrition are its signature.

In other words, all the ingredients he wanted to buy were available here, and the quality was pretty good, though the price was a little higher.

But it's better than buying food that has been added with all kinds of dark technology.

In America, all the magical realities you can't imagine are here, and they are even more magical than you can imagine.

So after get off work, he would always come here to buy some ingredients. More importantly, this place was very close to his home.

After the observation, Eric did not see any abnormal situation or unsafe factors. He put his hands in his jacket pockets and walked slowly towards the supermarket in front.

He familiarly took a cart from the front hall of the supermarket and pushed it towards the entrance and exit to the sales area. Although the prices in this supermarket were high, there were many people inside, some of whom brought babies and children.

From their spirit and clothing, we can tell that most of them come from middle-class or higher families and are not short of money.

Eric withdrew his observation gaze and walked silently towards the area he wanted to go.

Before coming, he had already prepared a plan for what he was going to do tonight.

Simple and hassle-free scrambled eggs with tomatoes, stir-fried beef with kale, and stir-fried pork with green peppers.

As a Chinese who grew up under the red flag in his previous life, Eric naturally prefers Chinese food for dinner.

Mainly, it tastes good.

In addition to the above ingredients, he also has to buy some and store them in the refrigerator for breakfast in the morning.

If you have a plan in mind and buy in a targeted manner, the purchasing process will naturally be quick.

Soon, Eric's cart was filled with the ingredients he needed.

"OK! Over."

Eric checked to make sure nothing was missed, looked up at the vegetable section sign, confirmed the direction, and walked towards the exit.

But before he reached the middle, he suddenly heard a suppressed and violent voice.

"Fuck! Do you think you can get away from me by finding a rich man? Fuck! This cute little baby girl was born to that man, right?"

A female voice full of pleading followed: "NO! Please! Chuck, don't hurt her! I can give you any amount of money you want now, just don't hurt her! Please!"

"Get out now! You'd better not do anything, otherwise I will kill you and your little baby before the police come. I will also go to your house and kill that fk man. Believe me, this hot scene is definitely not what you want!"

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Eric looked towards the source of the sound with an expressionless face, his eyes penetrating the gaps between the shelves filled with goods in front of him.

I saw a man wearing an off-white shirt with honeycomb-shaped holes on the hem caused by cigarette burns, a skull-printed T-shirt underneath, and a pair of jeans on his lower body. He was wrapping his right hand around the neck of a woman with a sad and frightened face, and with his left hand he was holding the right hand of a little girl who was only seven years old and had a confused look on her face, controlling them to leave the aisle and walk towards the main aisle outside.

When the three men left, they walked right in front of him. Eric saw the hideous inverted cross tattoo on the man's neck and his collar with a trace of blood.

"I'm already off work, I'm already mad at myself for coding, this luck is just awful, it never stops all day."

Eric looked at the three figures who walked past the shelves and disappeared from his sight with a sullen look on his face.

But thinking of the confused little girl, the frightened and pleading woman, and the man with a fierce and desperate look on his face, Eric thought for a while and pushed the cart out. Looking at the three figures in the distance ahead, he followed them from a distance.

In this life, he is alone and keeps to himself. However, because he grew up under the red flag, he has normal values ​​and moral concepts that have not fallen to the lowest bottom line.

So when I see something like this, I can't pretend I didn't see it.

Even though he has the ability and is confident, he still pretends not to see it. I guess after he goes back, he will only become more and more unhappy and depressed, and eventually develop a demon in his heart.

Rather than this,
Of course, this is a choice he makes after doing his best. If he loses control of it, he will just run faster than anyone else. It is better to let his friends die than for me.

Eric watched the three people walk through the crowd with empty hands and walk straight out of the checkout area. He also pushed the cart in his hand to the aisle next to him and followed them out of the checkout area.

Tomorrow I will test the waters, I don't know what will happen, I am a little nervous and worried about the outcome, I will go
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(End of this chapter)